we are young and we are strong
we can sing and we can run
we have so many different ways
to trade away these golden days

in line
in front of a PC
watching the clock
watching TV

playing pretend
hating our friends
just waiting for it all to end

and in the end what will we miss?
whose lips will we wish to have kissed?
reminisce on this listlessness
will we wish to remember this?

a raindrop falls
a flower blooms

and soon

a forest on the Moon

today we know
only one home

one in forever
once in the blue

the algorithm is so random
I don't understand
what makes something trend

kind of like the real world
isn't it?

the poems here are
really interesting
they come back to me later
like words from a song

whether a dramatic odyssey
or a page
ripped out of your diary

these silent lines really speak to me
out loud in my head
as I read along

hope

\/
a candle in the window

I reach out my hand

I can feel that fire
from where
I stand

out here in the cold

I understand fear
fear says "run"
fear says "fire"
fear says "gun"

fear keeps us alive
if we keep our head
but step away from its brother:
dread

I don't understand dread
dread says "why try?"
dread says "love is fleeting"
dread says "you will die"

that doesn't help me
to survive
I don't want to feel dread
I want to feel alive

back in the day
it was okay
to say
one day
but not today

to wait was not
cause for regret
I did not need
to decide yet

it's fine
I still have time
but I am older
every time I blink

what I miss most
about the past
is having time to think